Page 42 of Truth or Dare

She nodded, sniffling, her fingers trembling as she dropped the bra in her lap. I could feel my heart racing, torn between wanting this to be my chance with her and hating that she was hurting.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, meaning it.

She looked up, a faint spark of accusation in her eyes. “You’re not sorry. I know you’re not.”

I inched closer, meeting her gaze. “You’re right. I’m not. I hated seeing you with him, especially because I know who he is. He’s not for you, Pres.”

She exhaled, and a hint of a smile played on her lips. “Truth or dare?”

I grinned, trying to lighten the tension. “You still haven’t done your dare from last time.”

“But that’s scheduled. Tomorrow, after school.” She raised an eyebrow. “Now, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

I let out a short laugh, though my pulse hammered. Kiss her? God, I wanted to pull her into my bed, explore every inch of her, and make her mine. But I shook my head, holding onto that last bit of control. “Pres, you just broke up with Evan.”

She slid closer, her lips a breath away from my neck, her voice a teasing whisper. “Does that really matter?”

I swallowed loudly, my jaw clenched as I fought the pull between us. “If it were that easy…” I muttered, but the words sounded hollow, even to me.

She pressed her lips to my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “It is that easy,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. Her fingers grazed my jaw as her gaze locked onto mine, daring me to make the next move. “Your room is right there.”

I exhaled slowly, hands finding the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine. Her lips brushed along my cheek, trailing fire in their wake. Everything inside me screamed to give in, to cross that line. But I hesitated, holding her gaze.

“Presley… it’s not a good idea. Not now.”

Her hand slid down my torso, stopping just above my zipper, and I tensed, every nerve in my body on high alert. “Truth,” she challenged softly, her voice low. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

I pressed my face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her. “It’s not your turn to ask,” I replied, voice barely above a whisper. “But if you must know—I want so much more than just a kiss.”

She nipped my earlobe, sending a jolt of desire straight through me. My whole body tightened, the ache intensifyingwith every second. Her hands roamed, her fingers tangling in my hair, her touch as intoxicating as it was irresistible.

"God, Presley," I groaned, feeling my restraint slipping. Her breath was warm against my cheek, her words whispered like a sinful promise. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

“Why?” she teased, her lips close to mine. “Because I want to get you naked, let you taste me, or because I want to ride you until we both fall apart?”

Her words hit like gasoline on an open flame. I gripped her waist, pulling her under me, my hips pressing down to meet hers, feeling her heat through the thin fabric between us. She gasped, her eyes wide as our bodies moved in rhythm, the weight of our desire settling between us. She ran her hand through my hair, her touch tender and intense.

“You turned out perfect,” she whispered, her gaze searching mine.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear. “And you turned out beautiful, just like I always knew you would. You have so much to give.”

Her eyes softened, and she cupped my face, guiding me closer. “Kiss me, Hudson.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. I captured her lips, letting the kiss build slowly, savoring the taste of her. Her hands slid around my neck, pulling me down until our bodies were flush against each other. Even through her sweater, I could feel the press of her chest against mine, the softness of her skin beneath my hands.

Her lips parted, and her tongue traced my bottom lip. I caught it between mine, tasting her sweetness, my mind flashing to those cherry Blow Pops she loved as a kid. Our kiss grew deeper, her legs wrapping around me as I lost myself in the heat between us. I shifted, pressing harder against her, seeking out the perfect angle that had her gasping softly against my mouth.

“Naked,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

I drew back just a fraction, meeting her gaze. “Let me do this right,” I murmured, one hand tracing gentle circles on her waist.

Her legs locked tighter around my back, and she matched my rhythm, her breaths quickening with each movement. As she trembled beneath me, her head pressed back into the couch, her moans filling the room, her hands clinging to me until she finally relaxed, her whole body soft and flushed. I brushed her hair from her face, pressing soft kisses along her cheeks and jaw, watching the pink blush flood her skin as she met my gaze.

“Oh God, Huddy, that was… incredible.”

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